This fluid feels like pain This stoic mood is all in vain I reach into the dark I tear the sun and me apart How many years ago How many deaths I can't let go My flesh is temporary, my God extraordinary I know tonight will end but I won't give this life away again Sifting through the seen debris
Oh my father call to me This smoke is in my blood This home is just no good Save me from my bitterness Give me up I did my best Chalk this system full of shit Lock this fucker lost in it Bulky was a good thing in water. Or so Descaro believed. Not even close to tired the immensely muscular body of the dark steed powered through the ocean, not at all happy with his position. d'Artagnan swam just ahead and seemed to be losing his head again. This was no matter as Descaro set his goal to get past the idiot Doctor. There weren't many behind him and being so close to last place was chaffing at his competitive spirit. His snip had now almost turned pink from being drenched in water, the pale skin underneath glinting in the sun as he swam westward. The rocky land bridge of the Veins drawing ever closer. you can't kill my mind |
UNICORNS :: Swimming the Coast, Round TWO (fixed)
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